In 2003, my dad and his parents moved to hours away. I was in third grade and had to start over.
Move along a few years, I’d made friends with people yada yada. There were some guys in the back of the bus who were two grades above me. When I was in high school, I crushed on one of them and despised his cousin. I hated him with a passion because they both bullied me. The one I hate, was the first guy to “touch” me. He grabbed my b****, my a**, and groped me between my legs. He used to pinch and pull on my n******, even though he knew I didn’t like being touched like that by him. One day he made me sit by him while he pulled his c*** out and had me touch it. Stupidly, our school nor my family ever talked about s***** harassment because they never thought it would happen to me. I’ve never told anyone the full story or how long it went on.
